"Oh God, no, no, not" she wailed in helpless submission as she felt the thick, hot fluid splashing wetly in a swirling pool in her vagina, filling her womb and belly to the almost overflowing point…

And it was done. Like that… she remembered it all too vividly… how he had slunk off of her, shamed in the aftermath of his vented lust, tears actually streaming down his cheeks… begging her to forgive him… vowing to make it up to her. What a pathetic sight he had presented… and God, how she loved him. They had wept together, holding tight to one another, long into the wee hours of morning, pledging and re-pledging their love… but it was never to be the same for her again.

They had been married that weekend… the first day, and night, of six short months of sexual fiascos. She had only to see him coming at her with an erection to set the cold chills of revulsion creeping along her spine. God knows, she tried… did everything to hide it from him… even pretended at orgasm like any good whore, for that was how she felt about herself. She was his private, and personal whore, well paid for his use of her body…

Oh God, do I have to keep this up all day?

Abruptly, Karen got to her feet, went to the kitchenette and made herself a second cup of coffee, bracing it with bourbon once more, but lightly this time. She was a drinker, especially at seven o'clock in the morning. It was just that she had needed something to bolster her after the hectic night… and today being his birthday. Again, she found herself wondering where he was, if he was well… and happy.

Perhaps he had even married again. She had no way of knowing. Her limited circle of friends were all comparatively new acquaintances she had made since their divorce, none of whom had ever known Jeff.